By now, her humans barely needed oversight. The operation had long since outgrown her direct involvement. The workers were highly skilled, well, for humans, capable of managing vast aspects of their routines independently. With that, the whole enterprise had become a thing that basically ran itself. All Tria had to do was sit back and rake in the profits. Ever the opportunist, she had leveraged that independence to secure her status among the northern Barnstream elite. Barring bormen from the habitat entirely had been a calculated political move, one that had won her widespread admiration.
She had more than enough. More than enough money. More than enough space.
It would have cost her nothing to let Yu stay.
She could have built him a place. She could have let him take up residence in one of the unused watchtowers. Their paths never even had to cross.
But no.
“Fuck you,” Yu muttered at the mirror.
Why had he been the one to leave? His home, his village, his country? Why the fuck had he been the one exiled to this frozen, miserable corner of the world? Why should he suffer when there was no need to make his life even worse than what his birth had already inflicted upon him? What was the fucking point?
He had never bought into that sanctimonious not even ker keep their wizard children nonsense. He was a cripple, not an idiot.
Tria was simply selfish. There was no other reason. None of what she had built was his achievement, and that was why she refused to share.
The thing was, it was not as if Yu had not tried.
Had he not gone to the wizard academies? Had he not done exactly what was expected of him? Was it his fault he had no proper magic? Was it his fault his body was unsuited for a normal fina life, for manual labour, for anything other than being what he was?
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